These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.
Joy is the best makeup.
I remember staring at my son endlessly when he was an infant, stunned by his very existence, wondering where on earth he had come from.
To be engrossed by something outside ourselves is a powerful antidote for the rational mind, the mind that so frequently has its head up its own ass.
Dancing almost always turns out to be a good idea.
I just try to love and serve everyone, and bring everyone water, and lend an ear; that’s what Jesus said to do.
Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises.
I was reminded of the Four Immutable Laws of the Spirit: Whoever is present are the right people. Whenever it begins is the right time. Whatever happens is the only thing that could have happened. And when it’s over, it’s over.
I think Jesus is divine love manifest on Earth, as it comes through the community of Christians.
And as it turns out, if one person is praying for you, buckle up. Things can happen.
Lies cannot nourish or protect you. Only freedom from fear, freedom from lies, can make us beautiful, and keep us safe.
Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor; the enemy of the people. It will keep you insane your whole life.
And that almost everyone was struggling to wake up, to be loved, and not feel so afraid all the time. That’s what the cars, degrees, booze, and drugs were about.
Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.
My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.
This is who I want to be in the world. This is who I think we are supposed to be, people who help call forth human beings from deep inside hopelessness.
When we search for something larger than our own selves to hook into, we can come through whatever life throws at us.
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.
For too long, and despite what people told me, I had fallen for what the culture said about beauty, youth, features, heights, weights, hair textures, upper arms.
I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world-present and in awe.